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Smooth talker Sweet tongue Every single way You know what I mean. Bewitching words Remembering everything Listening intently Breaking down walls. Probing of thoughts Attacking of hearts. Mind. Blowing. Conversations. 2 AM mind-nutting. Upfront and personal. God. Damn. Perfect. Preparing your mind to use your body. Hooked to toxic honesty Addicted to all the intensity. Hurting and staying Convinced of the necessary pain. Doing you wrong anyway At least your aware right? You are one step ahead? You have protected yourself right? But you’re still tethered. Letting you in Only enough to keep you around. Oh but it’s worth it; You can’t have everything. Compromising Double standards Choosing a struggle. Deciding to look away. Degrading of values To remain valued. Ney. Desired. Not valued. Repeating the cycle. Same New Person. Same New Wolf In Intelligent Sheep Clothing. So. It’s October, the end of it. I a...

Sorry no poem today. No subtle preparation for what I'm about to write about I'm just coming at it straight- periods. Oh yes. The menses. The curse passed on to all women from our universal mother Eve for her unfathomable interest in an apple (we shall NEVER stop blaming her- low key tho). The ONLY time periods attempt to be a good thing is when you've had a pregnancy scare, then it's a sigh of relief; for a few hours. But today I want to talk about PMS. Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. First and foremost I would like to complicate women even farther for all the guys reading this. All women experience their periods differently. Some crump, others don't. And even worse; every individual period is different. Each month, each crump is different. So this notion of, "you've been rolling since 13 but you still don't know how to control it..." You've been having boners since 13 and you still don't know how to control it lol yes I went there. Okay I...

Learning To forgive myself. Or to try. And make peace. With what will forever stay And remain In so many ways. Learning To accept the scars And stop hiding them To let them be An embodiment A remembrance Of a lost battle. Unlearning To hate That which I can't change And whom I can't change The questions I didn't ask The patience I didn't have The fear I shouldn't have had. Learning To live with my choices And my regrets Because its what I have left Its what is now mine And mine to keep. Learning To adore my weak heart And my kind spirit Controlled by my selfish mind. Learning To love myself Every part of self Even the ones gone from me And the ones I can't get back. Learning To be in love With my loneliness And my obscurity Unfathomable as it may be. Learning To smile when I can  And laugh And try To be human again. Unlearning To be numb To shut people out To i...

This piece is by a guest writer... just trying out lol.. but enjoy it. :) They call me observant . that’s not particularly true. People are so damn easy to read we bleed emotions even in the way we drink our coffee. No one seems to notice though. They’re all busy drinking their own coffee. She was doing just fine…happy go lucky girl. It was all over for her and she did it for herself, chose to move on to greater and better things or rather people. In fact she created a box just for him...put all the memories and feelings that concerned him; She closed it and promised herself never to open that box again, for her own sake….to be able to let him go without a lot of melodrama and not look like that desperate girl who can’t get oveatelo man. To be able to guard her heart from the pain that was almost penetrating through her heart. After that she was okay, she could afford a smile and flirt with kina everyone. She could open up her heart again for that butterfly fee...

Feeling and denying How she's used to living She can't afford to get caught Up in the real shit She's short of time To recover And the strength To pick herself up. And the faith In humanity again. She's saving it all up For the right one If he comes. If he exists Convinced that she'll know when the time comes. Because trust is a luxury And she's not pretty enough Or smart enough To own such pleasures. So she gets up each morning And cries herself to pretence To last through the day With smiles and laughs. And goes back to bed Alone And writes imaginary letters To past hims in her life The one that's haunting her today. And lastly To the him that got away The him that didn't make it alive The one she gave up for him The one she didn't fight for The one he never fought for either The one she lost For fear of being alone. And she promises to get it together this time And not f...

Loving you enough for your affection not to mean a thing. Making use of these moments till You’re completely gone from me; Going through the motions. Living with this notion That it’s either now or never. Staring and holding gazes And etching deep into memory To have an emotion to feed on when I lay depraved of your presence. Lost in your touch and Confused by your comforting ambiance. Addicted to the sound of your voice Tingling feeling of your hair in my hands Stomach turning at the scent of your tongue Heart running at the taste of your breathe Falling deep into this Getting ready to lose all of it. Midnight chills. Chipped nails and coffee mugs. Reminiscing the hand holding And intertwined legs 212 lingering in memory. Hoodies and sweatpants Watching movies in mute My head full of you. All of you. Unreplied messages and missed calls Ignored thoughts finding release Reaching for emotions I can no longer feel. So my mind-block sorta lifted. And lately I’ve been think...

Deep. Intense. That’s how his kiss felt. Comfortable tension In how my name he’d mention. It wasn’t the first time His lips had met mine; But it was the way he made me feel like it would be the last. Oblivious of his real intentions But strangely aware of his expectations. We didn’t just stumble upon this moment Even though it had been ten years. This was still a result of a guided calculation. A well planned schedule. A coincidence of wants and desires; and lust. Perfection. Articulation. This wasn’t a hungry chap at a food festival Or a child at a friend’s party. This was a man who knew how to feed And still leave you in want. This was a man who thought only of himself And still managed to make you care too. He was a slave master you thought rewarded you He was a king you would dream to please He was a small god; or a small devil. Letting you be happy to do his will. He was beautiful, especially in his speech. Manipulating, where you would do his bid A leader, how he would let hims...